Akira Shell, the hulking muscle-stud, can't resist the allure of Tony Dinozzo's abs. Kneeling beside him, Akira leans in, his tongue snaking out to taste the salty sweat beading on Tony's ripped stomach. He licks a slow, deliberate path from Tony's navel to his chest, savoring each defined muscle. Akira's tongue lingers on Tony's nipples, teasing and torture them until Tony moans, his body arching slightly, eager for more of Akira's skilled tongue-play.